[ the applause is so real............ even if yves is truly someone who reacts so very bigly to anything. he doesn't mind the question though, looking thoughtful ]
It was a strange curse in my country. No one lived past 23. They only found a cure recently, but... we had more problems after that. Peace has been hard to come by.
Though I hope that they're able to resolve some things even after I'm gone!
Meanwhile Richie turns his head ever so slowly and ever so slightly towards the kid. Shamefully the first thing he thinks of is the mask — hard not to think of the old Phantom lurking around his opera, masking scars and singing his sad little heart out. Could be a degenerative disease.
Of course he calls it a "curse", but it's probably more a figure of speech. Watching folks fit as fiddles suddenly wither into gaunt husks sure seemed like a curse, particularly when it hits an epidemic. Got a fair few of those going around on his own turf, don't he?]
Awful sorry to hear it. 23, huh? Christ on a bike, that's barely living. And it's pretty widespread?
yves looks thoughtful at that. he watches richie for a moment, looking at the lines of his face, wondering how the people that he knows could've looked if their age was actually reflected on their features. scien would be even older... ]
It was common for the whole island. We were left isolated because other countries didn't want to risk a spread, from what I heard. It was like that for hundreds of years.
Researchers found a way around it... but I know it's also pretty unorthodox, compared to other societies.
[au where Scien has joint pain and is beginning to bald
Richie's head bobs back, perturbed. Look, he's getting the picture here. One look around can net you a half-dozen cryptids that would have nerds everywhere creaming their tight-whities. A few rounds of conversation would dispel your hopes for normalcy from the rest. He doesn't get how it's possible — surely if they were all hailing from galaxies far, far away, the blueprints would drift a little further from the Vitruvian man — but with nothing lining up and nothing better to do, he's gonna have to take a few things at face value.
Hard pills to swallow, but he'll gulp them down for now.]
Hundreds of years? You're not fooling? [There were an awful lot of quarantines in dark times that followed that same line of logic. Just throw the poor bastards out, problem solved.] Fine way to treat your fellow man. How the hell did you all survive that long? Even hitting your early twenties, that's a grim bar for life expectancy. Can't imagine it going on for generations.
but yves lets his head fall in his hand, humming thoughtfully ]
I don't think I'd have the imagination to fool about something like this... A scientist on our island invented a cloning system where you could replicate your body and your memories, so you could basically just repeat the same 23 year cycle over.. with caveats.
I think that was just another reason countries avoided us... but I don't think it's right to condemn people for what they need to do to survive.
oh fuck me there's captcha I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE A LORE DROP HANGING
[Now his brows are on a steady incline to meet his hairline. Things have taken a sudden twist.]
Sounds pretty damn imaginative to me. Right out of the Twilight Zone in fact. Christ.
[this is so much why is this happening to him, specifically. Incurable disease is one thing, cycling out clones like car models is another.]
Sure, sure, you can't blame people for trying. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or so they say. Still. I mean, shit, where I'm from, the only successful clone thus far has been a goddamn tadpole. Big leap to take a whole island population through the test tube loop.
Are you...
[One of them? Or a new generation? Surely these clones fornicate. Human nature is hard to resist.]
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It was a strange curse in my country. No one lived past 23. They only found a cure recently, but... we had more problems after that. Peace has been hard to come by.
Though I hope that they're able to resolve some things even after I'm gone!
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Meanwhile Richie turns his head ever so slowly and ever so slightly towards the kid. Shamefully the first thing he thinks of is the mask — hard not to think of the old Phantom lurking around his opera, masking scars and singing his sad little heart out. Could be a degenerative disease.
Of course he calls it a "curse", but it's probably more a figure of speech. Watching folks fit as fiddles suddenly wither into gaunt husks sure seemed like a curse, particularly when it hits an epidemic. Got a fair few of those going around on his own turf, don't he?]
Awful sorry to hear it. 23, huh? Christ on a bike, that's barely living. And it's pretty widespread?
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yves looks thoughtful at that. he watches richie for a moment, looking at the lines of his face, wondering how the people that he knows could've looked if their age was actually reflected on their features. scien would be even older... ]
It was common for the whole island. We were left isolated because other countries didn't want to risk a spread, from what I heard. It was like that for hundreds of years.
Researchers found a way around it... but I know it's also pretty unorthodox, compared to other societies.
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Richie's head bobs back, perturbed. Look, he's getting the picture here. One look around can net you a half-dozen cryptids that would have nerds everywhere creaming their tight-whities. A few rounds of conversation would dispel your hopes for normalcy from the rest. He doesn't get how it's possible — surely if they were all hailing from galaxies far, far away, the blueprints would drift a little further from the Vitruvian man — but with nothing lining up and nothing better to do, he's gonna have to take a few things at face value.
Hard pills to swallow, but he'll gulp them down for now.]
Hundreds of years? You're not fooling? [There were an awful lot of quarantines in dark times that followed that same line of logic. Just throw the poor bastards out, problem solved.] Fine way to treat your fellow man. How the hell did you all survive that long? Even hitting your early twenties, that's a grim bar for life expectancy. Can't imagine it going on for generations.
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but yves lets his head fall in his hand, humming thoughtfully ]
I don't think I'd have the imagination to fool about something like this... A scientist on our island invented a cloning system where you could replicate your body and your memories, so you could basically just repeat the same 23 year cycle over.. with caveats.
I think that was just another reason countries avoided us... but I don't think it's right to condemn people for what they need to do to survive.
oh fuck me there's captcha I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE A LORE DROP HANGING
Sounds pretty damn imaginative to me. Right out of the Twilight Zone in fact. Christ.
[this is so much why is this happening to him, specifically. Incurable disease is one thing, cycling out clones like car models is another.]
Sure, sure, you can't blame people for trying. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or so they say. Still. I mean, shit, where I'm from, the only successful clone thus far has been a goddamn tadpole. Big leap to take a whole island population through the test tube loop.
Are you...
[One of them? Or a new generation? Surely these clones fornicate. Human nature is hard to resist.]